I write inbetween
my hushful & hasty life.
I carry no baggage
but to pour out by compiling all of my heart.

I eat, sleep, laugh, cry, work, dream
which goes on till its brim.
But one thing which makes me whole
is my write,.
It brings me joy out of pain
it shakes me up while in strain
it soothes me altogether
& comforts me without any fail.

The word bye
always makes me think twice!
I know it means Be with You Everytime
but people say bye
& never tend to look back!
Is it supposed to mean that
I should keep them alive within my heart
& keep burning with the pain all the time?

I used to wait
longing for someone
to love me all over again!
Longing is hurtful
if no one ever
shows up at all!

But....

Now I wait for myself
to wrap up my each day's task
and be me, just me
whom I would caress
with some love
and finding my love
in everything I do,
I write, read & paint each day
& that's where I feel
This is what I was meant to be!